People in Terra, poor and weak but invincible

Chapter 281 The Voice of the World

Murphy frowned, lowered his head and held his chin, lost in thought.

"There is an old saying in Yan Country: Those who know the times... Hey, where are the people?"

When he racked his brains and finally found the right words to speak in Yan Guo to fill the situation, he looked up and Arturo was no longer in sight.

Murphy sighed lightly, and did not go to look for this bad woman. He walked into the villa and went straight into the study to study the culture of Yan State.

In a moment, the melodious sound of the cello began to echo in the villa.

The sound is ethereal and beautiful, and seems to contain some strange magic, which makes people feel peaceful when they hear it.

But each time it plays for a short while, it will be interrupted.

This made the servants working in the manor feel itchy in their hearts, as if Kal'tsit was scratching them.

"No, something's wrong."

Qi Yan interrupted Bai Ke's performance again and paced back and forth in the performance room.

Bai Ke put down the bow awkwardly and said reluctantly:

"I'm sorry, but am I not capable enough?

Because I have only studied the cello with a teacher for a period of time, and my cello may not be up to par, I can leave immediately, sorry to disappoint you..."

“Stop, stop, stop. I’m not saying your cello playing is bad.” Qi Yan waved his hands. “It’s just that my body doesn’t react. This is not right.”

Chalk:?

He couldn't understand what kind of music would cause a physical reaction in people.

Qi Yan frowned slightly.

He wanted to commit suicide to free his consciousness so that he could explore the worldly sounds within Cretaceous' body.

But considering that doing so might scare the little white sheep in front of him, he gave up the plan due to the few condemnations of his conscience.

“Do you usually feel a melody in your head?”

Qi Yan tried to recall the steps in the storyline in which Bai Cha guided the Sound of the World: "It lingers in your mind at all times and in all places, a gentle melody that you already know very well but has nothing to do with you."

Baichao looked a little surprised.

He stared at Qi Yan in a daze, nodded and said, "Indeed, there is a melody in my mind, just as you said. It is very gentle... No, it should be said that it is too harmonious, to the point of being empty."

Qi Yan clapped his hands and said excitedly:

"Yes, it is this melody. Try to feel it, fit it, and play it."

In contrast to Qi Yan's excitement, Bai Ke was somewhat hesitant:

"But I've tried it before, and that melody doesn't fit with me. It even feels out of control. I've never succeeded in playing it, and every time I try it makes me feel physically uncomfortable."

"Will it hurt your body?" Qi Yan asked.

"That won't happen." Bai Ke shook his head in denial.

After receiving this reply, the last bit of Qi Yan's conscience instantly disappeared.

He waved his hand and said arrogantly:

"Then just rest assured and play. I'll have Murphy give you nutrition money as compensation. It's enough!"

Bai Ke waved his hands repeatedly: "No need, the compensation you give me is already generous, 10,000 Longmen coins a month is enough for me to take care of my grandfather.

If you want to learn the melody in my head, I will teach you seriously. "

"You're wrong again."

In Bai Ke's puzzled eyes, Qi Yan said with a face that he was not short of money: "These days, who hires a tutor and pays him monthly? I will pay you 10,000 Longmen coins a day.

Murphy is paying for it anyway, so we can’t miss such a good opportunity to win the game.”

"Ah this..."

Bai Ke was instantly stunned by the amount of money.

Ten thousand a day, three hundred thousand a month, three million six hundred thousand a year...

Little Aries, who had never seen so much money since he was a child, suddenly felt a little confused. If he hadn't been sitting on a chair, even his feet would have started to feel dizzy.

"There's enough money, do you want to do it?" Qi Yan asked again.

"all!"

The chalk gradually took on the shape of a wedge.

The melodious cello sound echoed again.

Only this time, the sound of the piano inexplicably revealed a strange aura, which made people want to give up everything and empty themselves on the spot.

More importantly, the sound of the piano had a penetrating power that was not in line with normal music, directly enveloping the entire manor.

The sound of the piano can be heard in any corner of the manor, as if the performer is right next to your ear.

The servants in the manor stopped their work one after another, and were drawn into a strange mood by the sound of the piano.

It was as if some force penetrated into their bodies along with the sound of the piano, draining away their strength and making them want to just stay where they are, not making money, not eating, and even not wanting to live anymore.

In the study, Murphy was reading a collection of selected quotations from the Yan State with great interest. Suddenly, he heard the sound of a piano and the book in his hand fell to the ground.

"Ah, I'm covering myself with a blanket under the overpass, and I'm telling everyone I meet that yes, yes, yes, go study, whoever wants to study can study."

Murphy kicked his legs and leaned back on the chair.

But before he could fully get into the mood, the piano music stopped again.

Murphy broke free from that strange emotion, sat up with a start, and swallowed his saliva:

"That was... the power of the sound of the world?"

Murphy, realizing the seriousness of the problem, stood up suddenly and wanted to help Qi Yan and Bai Ke find a soundproof room before letting them do their thing.

Before he reached the door of the study, the sound of piano came again.

Murphy slowly stopped, rolled his eyes, and lay directly on the ground:

"When a car reaches a mountain, there will always be a way out. When a boat reaches a bridge, it will naturally straighten itself out. Why should I bother Qi Yan? Just do whatever you want."

He had just laid down when someone suddenly knocked on the study door.

Murphy raised his eyelids and didn't want to care.

But the knocking on the door became more and more urgent, as if there was something scary chasing the person knocking.

Unable to bear the noise of knocking on the door any longer, Murphy gathered all his strength to get up and open the door.

He was about to open his mouth to scold when he saw a figure outside the door.

"Arturo?" Murphy was a little surprised. "How did you resist the influence of the earthly voice?"

Arturo looked pale, as if he was suffering from some inhuman torture. He said anxiously:

“Help me find a soundproof room. Whenever I hear music, I recall the cafe… No, I can’t recall it anymore.

No, I can’t let go of the shackles, I can’t be free…”

Arturo slowly squatted on the ground, hugged himself tightly, his face as pale as paper.

Murphy was dumbfounded:

"Oh my god, my big brother's full version of the song has a greater impact than the Witch King's earthly voice?!"

Arturo had completely fallen into a state of autism at this moment. He curled up into a small ball and didn't even have the energy to argue with Murphy.

Just when she was about to give up, the piano music was interrupted again.

But Murphy knew that this was just a pause, and the sound would continue after the chalk was adjusted.

In a split second, Murphy made the best decision.

That is to solve the problem from the source!

He gathered all his strength and rushed towards the performance room, his figure almost turning into an afterimage.

Behind him, Arturo, who had finally recovered some strength, raised his hand and looked at Murphy who had left him behind, feeling furious.

Unfortunately, she no longer had the strength to stand up, so she could only barely move to the corner and hug herself pitifully.